Even Fan Jian's stoic face twitched.
The look in his eyes as he gazed at Han Feng was complicated.
He considered himself a ruthless man—hard on his enemies, and even harder on himself.
But if he had been the one to receive this inheritance, he could never have brought himself to share it so readily.
"We're brothers on the same team. There's no point in being secretive."
Han Feng's smile was serene.
He was well aware that while this inheritance was immensely valuable to him, it was just as important to the entire team.
One person's strength, in the end, is limited.
Only when the entire team was strong could they hope to survive and thrive in this dangerous world.
This inheritance was a reward, but also an investment.
Su Yue pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Behind her lenses, her eyes shone with a rational light.
"Han Feng, the value of this Lingxi Finger might be far beyond our imagination."
